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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Quinjet -> Just Outside 
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] 
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Oliver grasped the edge of his seat, trying to stay seated and safe. Never a dull moment, it seemed. He kept his eyes forced shut, trying to keep himself from hurling from the g-forces he was experiencing. As the plane slowed down and landed safely, he composed himself and straightened out. As he figured out what the hell was going on, he ran through some of the possible scenarios. If the people had decided to flood the atmosphere with terrigen, there had to be a serious threat to them. He couldn't have any idea about what kind of invading force would require turning your population into powered individuals. They were coming to fight something scary, if there was a threat here. 


Standing up, Oliver made his way to the Quinjet doors, and pushed a button to open the doors, intending to go and talk to the couple. "[color=7d16c7]Let's see what all this is-[/color]" He started to say, stepping off the jet, as a wave a nausea overcame him and stopped him dead in his tracks. Something felt wrong. Really really wrong. "[color=7d16c7]Guys, I don't feel so good.[/color]" He started to say, as a cocoon started to wrap around his body. While the it began to cover his head, a look of panic crossed his face, "[color=7d16c7]H-help me! Somebody hel-[/color]" He started to cry out, as the cocoon covered his mouth, covering him totally.